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Chapter 1780 Farming and earning money to support the ancestors! 33

Bai Xingjian nodded slightly, and finally couldn't help asking, "What is that?"

Chu Ci paused, looked down at the bottle of pills in his hand, and blinked, "It seems that it was a pill that failed to refine by a Dan Sect mortgaged, but it tasted very good, so it was left behind."

So that's it.

Bai Xingjian nodded.

"Well, the most important thing is that you fried the kitchen."

The little girl added.

Although I have reached this point of cultivation and no longer have to eat, the Chu family still retains the custom of at least one meal a day.

Bai Xingjian's face turned a little stiff when he heard this.

After all, since he was born, he was born with a spirit body and a genius. He was not praised for anyone. Everything, as long as he wanted to do it, was quickly getting started, and it was better than many people who specialize in this area.

Just today, he tried the taste of frustration for the first time.

"I will definitely study hard tomorrow."

The ancestor frowned, lowered his eyes and thought, then looked up and spoke seriously.

Chu Ci smiled with her lips bent and there were two dimples on her cheeks, which made people want to reach out and poke.

Of course, in order to prevent being bitten by hand, it is best not to do this dangerous move.

Such an idea came to my mind inexplicably, Bai Xingjian just watched the little girl walk out of the room.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance of bamboo and wood, and the little girl's spiritual power that made him quite comfortable had not yet dissipated.

He was still holding the pitiful little spirit stone in his hand.

Bai Xingjian looked down at the spirit stone and couldn't help but laugh softly.

Why is it... so cute?

‘Bai Xingjian’s love value is 4, currently 37.’

Easily absorbed the spiritual power in this spirit stone, and the beautiful crystal lost its power and turned into powder in Bai Xingjian's hands.

The light in his eyes flashed gently, there was no expression on his face, his white clothes were spotless, and he looked a little unattainable and cold. After Chu Ci left the room, Bai Xingjian became the ancestor of the Immortal Sect who could not be desecrated.

Then he sat on the bed and began to sort out the mess of spiritual power that was fiddled with by the willful thunder.

However, the spiritual power was still blocked by a barrier, which made his spiritual power not smoothly no matter how smooth it was, and he could only use a small part of the spiritual power.

After checking the general situation, Bai Xingjian closed his eyes and combed it little by little.

What those who cultivate immortals most lack is probably patience.

Wait until Chu Ci woke up the next day.

Oh, no, it's not waking up.

It was woken up by the sound of something explosion outside.

The little girl raised her hand and rubbed her eyes with a blank look on her face, sat up, and looked out from the window of her room.

What's going on?

What's wrong?

Is this plane going to be destroyed?

What are you doing early in the morning?

Then I saw my kitchen with black smoke.

Chu Ci's lips tugged.

I copied a porcelain bottle from the side and threw it at the door of the cottage.

With a crack, the people in the house finally retreated.

It is the ancestor who doesn’t believe in evil and says early in the morning that he must provide a meal for the little girl.

Bai Xingjian's face was still quite serious at this moment. The moment he pushed open the door, the black smoke came out even more intense, and his body was even more gray.
Chapter completed!
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